Ever seen a dog eat....

...a marshmallow??  H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S!!

I returned to the city last night, leaving behind my wellies parents, Rebus, wellies & welly socks.  But a couple of days before, I was....wait for it....that's right, eating marshmallows!!  Standing in the kitchen, enjoying the wonders of those small, squidgy pink & white blobs of heaven, when almost unbelievably, one dropped out of my hand!!!  Now, on the very rare occasion when that has happened in the past, I've not had to worry about having Velcro-dog (Rebus's new superhero-name...explanation to follow) sitting watching my every move...and damn he's quick!
There was nothing for it, I had to just stand there and watch whilst Velcro-dog had his very first marshmallow.

I think there was a bit of confusion whilst it 'melted' in his mouth, and of course the weird squidgy texture was unfamiliar, but I could see it in his eyes when the wonderfulness of the marshmallow hit, the sheer delight, the pure pleasure.
I put the bag back in the drawer (that's right, I've developed a strength I never knew I had before now...I can put the bag back whilst there are still marshmallows left in the bag) and he sat looking at the drawer....for ages!  Any time I went anywhere near the drawer he 'pointed' at it with his nose - I do believe people that I have converted another to the wonders of the marshmallow (granted I hadn't expected that 'other' to be a dog, and I won't willing be giving him marshmallows in the future, I'm sure they can't be good for him (unlike for me...they are like nourishment in a bag) however, it's good to know that the power of the marshmallow has found its way into the canine world too!!).

Now, Velcro-dog!  This is because, despite his looks of a ferocious alpha hound...

 he's actually a bit of a sap and doesn't like to be on his own, so he goes wherever you go, preferable with physical contact, so he can 'read' your next move and match it!  Worthy of a superhero name I feel.

Today has been my first full day without Velcro-dog and I must admit that I'm feeling a bit lost.  I do wonder if he'll be pointing at the marshmallow drawer and confusing the hell out of my parents (is it wrong to have a feeling of pride as I write this??).